a review of rainbow now that all my thoughts are together
great opening song. a++ gravelly/sorta raw vocals. i feel like this is gonna be an especially good anthem for high schoolers tbh like it's just such a nice "it's gonna be alright" message.
let 'em talk:
2010 kesha meets 2017 kesha. play this at the club tbh. but like....a classy club, u feel me?
i'm a boy and this makes me wanna scream that i'm a motherfucking woman out the car window at random passerby
if kesha wants to start a church where they play this song i will be at every goddamn sunday mass.
what can i say about this that hasn't already been said? i am just sO PROUD OF KESHA ROSE SEBERT
learn to let go:
this is the ultimate upbeat anthem of recovery. the kind of thing that you dance to in your bedroom to feel better on a shitty day.
um???? did someone say 'sequel to past lives'??? this is just so cute y'all put it on your mixtapes and all that gay shit.
no wonder this is the mf title track. the way her voice is so genuine and kind of shaky and powerful all at once. the piano. the way it swells and grows stronger just like she's gotten stronger. this is where i died the first time tbh
hunt you down:
the "boy i'll murder you if you piss me off" anthem all the lady country singers wish they wrote
once again, a throwback to old kesha. eagles of death metal are the reason we put eagles on the list of protected animals obvi
soundtrack for the female james bond movie we all know we want
DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING BESIDES DOLLY PARTON
this shit is the cutest thing i've ever fuckin heard what the goddamn fuck
i could fall asleep to her voice in this song but in the best way. what a nice, soft way to end an album. a++. 10/10
so you know those soulmate AUs where you’ve got your soulmates first words to you written on your body in their handwriting? what if your soulmate had really shit handwriting? and you’ll have no idea when you meet them because you can’t decipher their stupid fucking handwriting
Soft bodies are so?? GOOD?? Big tummies are good pillows and good kissing surfaces. Tummies with stretch marks?? GOSH, YES??? It’s like nature itself is putting down a trail of lightning that says “KISS HERE PLEASE”
And chubby/fat arms though? Can we JUST? Thighs and stomachs get a lot of love (and rightfully deserved) but can we talk about ARMS?? That cute arm chub that I just want to be wrapped up in a hug and a snuggle in? SO PRECIOUS?? People with such soft, cuddly arms that there’s lil bumps and stretches from cellulite?? CUTE??
And soft necks? Necks with some squish on them? Very extra kissable?? And squishy cheeks GODDD I WANNA SMOOSH YOUR CUTE CHEEKS KISS ALL OVER YOUR FACE!!! And when people have chubby cheeks and lil dimples?? Or when they have high cheekbones so when their cheeks are chubby they’re VERY prominently chubby?? THIS IS GOOD AND FANTASTIC??
And THIGHS. My god. Thick thighs are never praised enough no matter how hard one tries. Big, soft laps are so perfect for laying your head on! And stretch marks on big thighs? Cute lightning patterns to trail your fingers over or gently kiss when you’re already laying in their lap?? YES!! Cellulite on thighs is also so so good and cute!! Dimples in cheeks are wonderful and so are dimples in thighs and butts?? CUTE!!!
Hips with squish over them?? GAH!! I CANNOT HANDLE!!! Please be more confident with your hips (if you feel comfortable) because when you are you give me LIFE!!!
Back rolls?? CUTE and very fun to trace hands over and hold onto during snuggles!! Looks very cute all the time!
Chubby/fat bodies in crop tops and short shorts?? YES!!! CUTE!!!
Chubby/fat bodies in sweat pants and a tshirt? EXTRA SOFTNESS TO THE SOFT CUTIE!!!
Chubby/fat bodies in swimsuits?? VERY CUTE?? Swim trunks and soft belly is very very good!! One pieces that cling tight to your stomach or ride up your thighs are still cute no matter what anyone says!! Two pieces? GOOD!!! You look so cute! Don’t feel obligated to cover that adorableness if you don’t wanna!!
Chubby/fat bodies in lingerie?? SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!! When stomach is tucked into cute underwear it is very very adorable and when there’s chub over low rise underwear it’s also very very cute and endearing!! THIGH HIGHS?? UGH, MY HEART. I KNOW THAT THEY PROBABLY ARE FALLING DOWN CONSTANTLY BUT THANK YOU FOR WEARING THEM YOU’RE DOING US ALL AN AMAZING SERVICE.
In conclusion: Softness is good I will kiss you all over Holding you and feeling handfuls of squish is amazing I love you
so in the past people have pointed out that the reason sophie’s age curse lasts so long in this books (despite numerous people particularly howl, who’s meant to be a ridiculously powerful wizard, trying to break it for her) is because she strengthens the curse herself with her own magically powered self-loathing which she isn’t even aware of and her magic just happens to be stronger than Howl’s so even when he tries to break it all that happens is they both come over in a cold sweat and nearly pass out
and i love that because magic-wise what’s happening is essentially:
howl: let me break ur curse sophie: no!!! i’m old and boring!!! howl: sophie pls sophie: fuck off!!!
made even more beautiful by the fact that howl is tryin real hard and sophie doesn’t even realise she’s doing it
did you seriously just say we should let pandas go extinct to save other animals or am i misinterpreting because that is a very questionable judgement
ALRIGHT MY FRIEND I have received about six messages in this vein since yesterday, but I worked for thirteen hours today and I have no time for this nonsense. Short answer: YES.
I’m gonna summarize some salient points on why pandas are awful from a conservation standpoint:
PANDAS LITERALLY CANNOT MATE IN CAPTIVITY. IT’S UNBELIEVABLE
Artificial insemination and hand-rearing of cubs are basically standard practice, and still they usually die. At what point is it reasonable to give up because I think we hit it DECADES AGO
In 35 years, only 90 cubs have been born in captivity outside of China
Wild panda numbers have increased a bare (bear?) 200 individuals in 10 years, despite literal billions of dollars being poured into conservation
NO OTHER AREA OF ANIMAL CONSERVATION EVEN COMES CLOSE TO THE MONEY BEING POURED INTO PANDAS. NONE
And yet we’ve managed to literally rebuild populations of black-footed ferrets, oryx, and California condors with exponentially less money
Despite all of this, only 10 pandas have been released since the 80s, and all but two died
I bet you wouldn’t have guessed that it’s because their habitat is destroyed and fragmentary and barely protected!!!!!!
The only good thing about panda conservation is that protecting their range is also protecting tons of other species. Which would be great, if more of their range was being protected effectively.
There is way more money in keeping captive pandas captive than in releasing them!! surprise!!!!!!
Zoos pay a lot of money to get pandas on loan because people just LOVE looking at pandas and they can’t afford to house and care for their other animals without people coming to visit! Or do any kind of conservation whatsoever!! Panda-economics! (this is kind of a pro as opposed to a con but its the kind of pro that makes me feel like I need a shower)
Pandas are endangered and sort of have a role in spreading bamboo seeds around, so they get billions of dollars. Every shark ever is MORE endangered, and without them the entire ocean ecosystem would collapse, but that’s fine they don’t need money (I’m not bitter) ((I am bitter))
I’m gonna be frank with you. We are in the middle of a mass extinction event, caused by us. Not to be a downer (jk, I’m gonna) but we’re already driving so many species to extinction that we cannot afford to save them all with the money and interest that is in conservation right now.
Instead, we have to do some kind of awful extinction triage and assess which animals will do the most good to work to conserve - and getting into keystone species, ecosystem engineers, and other truly integral species is a whole other can of worms I’m not gonna touch on - but there are animals that are “more important” in a certain sense than others, in that they can support or affect a much wider range of other species than another.
People only care about big, cute, fluffy animals - a common lament heard from conservationists, but it’s so true. There are thousands, if not millions of species that don’t fit this mold that conservation work would benefit eons more than pandas. It’s like fixing a pretty, stained-glass window in a house whose foundations are collapsing and thinking you’re helping.
Pandas have always been the face of conservation, and they continue to be one of the biggest and most expensive ongoing failures.
[Sources/ stuff to read to make sense of my incoherent response!]
Magnus’ words break the silence surrounding them and Alec glances up at him with a quizzical look on his face.
They are sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table in Magnus’ living room. Alec hasn’t seen him since Magnus walked away from him at the Institute three days ago.
It’s been a busy couple days, trying to catch both Valentine and Jonathan before they destroy the world, but despite that, Alec had immediately made his way to the loft, when Magnus texted him to come see him.
“You can’t,” Magnus says, almost daring Alec to try.
So he does.
He tries to think of someone he knows to be a great leader, someone who’s happy. But all he finds is heartbreak and sadness. He thinks of Luke, a well-respected pack leader, who’s lost not only his old life but also his long time partner. He thinks of his parents, of their messed up marriage, of all the lies their entire family has been built on. He thinks of Lydia, who was so close to having both, when the love of her life was killed.
He looks at Magnus and thinks of how much grief and betrayal he’s gone through in his long life, and he has to swallow the lump in his throat before answering.
“I know. They never let you be successful AND happy.” Magnus stares off into the distance for a moment before looking back at Alec. His eyes are sad, but there’s something else in them as well.
Before Alec can figure out what it is, however, Magnus is out of his seat, legs carrying him slowly around the table and towards Alec.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” Magnus says, kneeling in front of him.
Alec almost stops breathing. The fact that Magnus is so close to him after so long makes him overwhelmed and dizzy, and it’s very clear in his voice when he speaks, words shaky and whisper quiet. “Tell me.”
“I’m going to be the first.” Magnus takes Alec’s hand in his, looking into his eyes with a determination Alec has never seen on his face before. “Swear it.”
“Because you’re the reason. Because you are going to be the first one along with me.”
Magnus squeezes Alec’s hand, and suddenly the emotion in Magnus’ eyes that Alec couldn’t pinpoint before becomes clear. Hope. Magnus has hope, he has faith in them, in their future together, and he’s asking for Alec to do the same.
“Swear it,” he repeats.
Alec doesn’t hesitate; he looks Magnus directly in the eyes, feeling the same determination he saw before. “I swear it.”
“I swear it,” Magnus echoes, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He reaches up to rest his hand against Alec’s neck, thumb slowly caressing his cheek, and Alec can help but smile too.
They’re okay. They’re going to be okay.
edit: i’m gonna put the disclaimer here and i hope people will see it, but the dialogue is mostly taken from ‘a song of achilles’ just a psa i guess
Ok, so, coffeeshop AU where Enjolras is working as a barista to put himself through college and R is the annoying customer.
And everyday, when Grantaire comes in, when he’s not busy arguing with Enjolras about ideological differences, he flirts outrageously with Enjolras and any other barista in earshot, and always orders his coffee the same way:
“I like my coffee like I like my men,” he’ll say, with an enormous wink, before adding whatever relevant adjective he feels that day, be it “tall” or “dark” or “strong” or “could knock me on my ass and honestly I’d thank him for it”.
And Enjolras just rolls his eyes and gets Grantaire his usual and purposefully doesn’t comment on it, because Enjolras fits none of those qualities (except tall, but like, so’s half the male population), and it shouldn’t bother him that much but it does.
So he sulks and he complains to all of his friends who know that he’s being ridiculous (and honestly, he knows he’s being ridiculous, but that’s never stopped him in the past and it’s sure as shit not gonna stop him now) and he tries to get the annoying, cynical man out of his head.
Until one day, when he’s had a late night studying after a protest and he’s tired and on edge and finally just snaps at Grantaire: “Honestly, I’m just here to make your coffee. I don’t really care how you like your men.”
And Grantaire gets really quiet and Enjolras is about to apologize when Grantaire asks, in a kind of strange voice, “How do you like your coffee?”
“What?” Enjolras asks, confused.
“How do you like your coffee?” Grantaire repeats. “I want to buy you a coffee as an apology.”
And Enjolras just looks at him for a long moment before blurting, “I like my coffee like I like my men.”
And Grantaire raises an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Enjolras says, and before he can stop himself, adds, “You know, short, dark and bitter.”
For a moment, he thinks Grantaire doesn’t get it, but then Grantaire grins, a wide grin that crinkles his eyes and makes Enjolras grin almost as a reflex in response.
(And when he hands Grantaire his coffee a little later, when his fingers brush Grantaire’s, when Grantaire stands on his tiptoes to kiss Enjolras quickly on the cheek before leaving with a “See you tomorrow!” tossed over his shoulder, Enjolras is pretty sure his grin is going to last all day.)
Please write a short fic about tony catching peter drinking i would die omg
He froze, eyes widening as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of expensive leather brogues scuffing along the floor a few meters from him, and he turned quickly, brow furrowed into a deep V as he watched Tony wander up to him, all smiles and casual posture, hands buried in the pockets of his grease-stained jeans. He looked like he’d come straight from the workshop, stopping only to throw on a leather jacket along the way.
Why he was here at all, however, made no sense at all.
“T- Mr Stark,” Peter said, trying to communicate with him through eyebrow movements alone. If it turned out that he had to suit up and help out somewhere, he was pretty fucked, considering the fact he’d had a bit to drink at the party he’d been invited to.
Well. He said ‘a bit’. It was possibly more accurate to say ‘a fucking shit-ton’, but whatever.
Tony looked at him blankly, before shooting another smile toward the circle of people who were stood around Peter and staring quite blatantly at the both of them. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to take Mr Parker away. He’s an intern at Stark Industries, you know how it is. Lots of work, yadda yadda, okay bye,”
And before Peter could even open his mouth, Tony had grabbed him by the arm and snatched the solo cup out of his hand almost angrily, pulling him away from the group of people and through the crowds of rowdy teenagers that littered the huge house.
“Uh, Mr Stark, wha’dd’ya want me for, exactly?” Peter asked, speaking loudly above the blaring music and wincing at how slurred his voice came out.
It had been a weird month, okay. He was just trying it out.
Tony paused, and Peter saw him purse his lips even tighter before beginning to walk again, guiding Peter through the crowds and holding him tight as he stumbled a little.
“Hey, Parker, leaving so soon?” Flash called out from somewhere to his left, and Peter stopped turning to face him as the other boy wandered toward them. “We haven’t even begun yet, Jesus, are you a pussy or what-”
“Kid,” and suddenly Tony had let go, spinning around and walking up to Flash, who seemed to suddenly recognise who exactly Tony was, because his eyes went hilariously wide and he stumbled backward a few steps. Peter snorted involuntarily, and he saw Tony turn briefly, before shaking his head and looking back to Flash, “it seems like you’re having an absolute ball here, but I’m gonna say something and I’m only going to say it once.”
Tony looked down at Flash, eyes harsh as he drew a little closer. “Leave. Peter. Out of it. Do you understand? He is not here for you to manipulate, not here for you to bully into trying out crazy shit for your amusement-”
“Tony, what the fuck,” Peter blurted, frowning and stepping forward, more than a little put out. He’d only just managed to get accepted by Flash and all the other popular kids, and Tony was just going in, ruining it all, “you’re not my dad- don’t tell me or my friends what I can and can’t do.”
Tony turned, eyebrows raised. “Friends?” He snorted, shaking his head and walking over to Peter once more, taking him by the arm. “You haven’t called in with Aunt May for two days now,” he hissed into Peter’s ear, “she’s worried sick. You are coming with me, right now.”
“No ‘m not,” Peter pushed his hand off, looking over at Tony in anger. “You are fucking….embarrassing me…. in fron’ of my friends-”
“They are not your friends!” Tony snarled, pulling his arm again, “your friends are all currently at home, worrying their asses off because this is not like you, Peter, and they didn’t know what to fucking do, so they ended up calling me. Now you will fucking follow me out of this goddamn place right now, or I am hauling you out.”
((I don’t know if this has been done, so if it has please tell me.))
So I’ve seen a lot of those ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ posts and I think those are really cool, but unnoticed they all consist of one thing: humans traveling with the aliens.
So there are a lot of ways you can do that, right? You could go all Star Trek and make it to where the humans and aliens all live together in harmony and travel space together and things like that. But I have a different idea and I think it’s pretty cool.
So humans don’t really know aliens exist. Obviously you have your conspiracy theorists and loons and the occasional 'abducted’ person, but for the most part it’s just generally accepted that aliens are fun and all, but they’re not /real/.
And then there’s this kid. He/she/they don’t really have a happy life, but they can’t really do anything about it. You can make them whatever you want, have any or of disorder or disability or just make them an angsty teen that comes from an unhappy home. They want to leave, but they’re too young, so they have to stay.
Then of course, the aliens come. But instead of crap like Independence Day (I say crap in a loving way, the movie was pretty good and I like it), the aliens just take one look at the kid, pick them up, and leave. That’s it. Nothing else. Just take the kid and go.
Of course the kid is terrified at first, but after like the first day or so they calm down because the aliens are treating them like gosh-darn royalty. They put the kid up in the nicest room on the ship, give them the best food they can muster from their rations, and provide for any kind of entertainment the kid might want. It’s like paradise, and the kid is happier than they’ve been in a while.
So the kid travels with these aliens on all sorts of cool adventures and throughout this period is when we get the 'Humans are Space Orcs’ discoveries. Like the kid will go up to random giant furry beasts and just glomp them and coo at them while the aliens are like “No that’s deadly it will kill you oh my god what is this kid doing?!?!” Or, if the kid has a uterus, come time for their period the aliens freak out because “Oh holy shmarda, the child is bleeding!! Why is the child bleeding?!” Hilarious antics and shenanigans ensue and the child is so happy with their new life that they never want to go back home.
Also included: drama when the aliens return to earth to find a human companion for the child (even though they didn’t ask for one you guys don’t have to do this really it’s fine) and the parents of the kid demand they be returned immediately. The kid doesn’t want to go back of course so the aliens have to fight for custody over the kid in court (I guess idk but something along those lines. Maybe the humans try to kill the aliens because the kid was “abducted” and that causes a lot of angst and problems.).
Idk just something that’s been floating about in my imagination for a while. I think it would be a really cool show though tbh like someone hire me.
michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his
mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of
literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call
peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going,
shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an
underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other
day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s
taking biology now.
just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people
sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe
one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a
picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her
head and keeps moving.
gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he
doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she
missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to
chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to
construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she
could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose
star wars or star trek? was that not
a thing? not that she cares about
things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is
a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it
could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she
grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the
street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly
longer route home.
continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s
on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better
that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is
trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as
she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the
ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked
voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.
Gendry doesn’t take his eyes off the walls of Winterfell, from the moment he sees the towers rise above the horizon.
If Jon notices how Gendry fixates on it, how Gendry goes quiet at the sight of it, he says nothing. Silence suits both of them, and the rest of their party prattles enough, as it is.
Until Tormund says something about ‘the big lady,’ and conversation shifts, to loves the men have left behind. (For what it’s worth, Gendry gathers that whoever this lady is that Tormund speaks of, she does not in fact reciprocate any feelings. For what it’s worth, Gendry couldn’t say he had loved Arya in that way. For what it’s worth, the next hour ahead of him looms as blank and cold as the Wall, and for the first time in several years, he feels unsure about what he wants.)
“What about you, Gendry?” someone says.
Now they all turn to him, Jon, on his left, and Thoros, on his right, staring at him with different kinds of curiosity. Jon doesn’t know; Gendry had been unable to say anything about Arya because if he said even just one thing, he’d have to say it all.
How can he tell the Northern King that he’d refused his sister’s request to serve a brother years ago, when he’d ended up fighting at Jon’s side after all? That he’d been her only friend, and he’d abandoned her?
Gendry shrugs, noncommittally, but Thoros’ gaze burns into him.